Lan Yinyin's eyes widened with disbelief, and she also couldn't believe her own ears.
Before she arrived, she had heard about Zhan Qipei's ruthless and bloody iron fist, so in her heart, Zhan Qipei was a cold and merciless man.
In fact, after she met the real Zhan Qipei, it indeed confirmed what she had previously "heard."
Very hard to approach.
But now—what was up with this Zhan Qipei, who was acting like a househusband serving dishes?
And the conversation in the kitchen just now, anyone unaware would definitely see Zhan Qipei as a typical husband afraid of his wife.
Zhan Qipei placed the dishes on the table, then without even glancing at Lan Yinyin, he went back to get more.
Lan Yinyin's gaze landed on the dishes on the table, which were visually appealing and smelled great, looking no less inferior to those she made.
It seemed that Qiao Jing had some skills in cooking.